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“I like it here. Good customer service.” Frankie answered in that leery way. “And now that I’m done, I’ll just be leaving. Wouldn’t want to get Chicago in a state of flux.”
“We don’t get down like that.” Gio smiled back.
“I apologize capo, my mistake to assume that Claudius wouldn’t keep his men in order.”
My God. He not only knew who Gio was, but his men too.
I really was from a different world.
Frankie stepped away and moved past Gio.
We both watched him go up the stairs and through the door.
The minute it closed Gio whirled around to face me.
“Lyssa, tell me now. Are you screwing around with Frankie Santora?” He demanded.
“No.” I was trying so hard to stop my shaking, but I couldn’t.
“Didn’t look like he was placing any kind of order with you.”
Because he wasn’t.
I wanted to tell him the truth. I wanted to say that Frankie offered me one night of sex with him to clear Dad’s debt, my debt.
I wanted to tell him the truth, however, knowing what the truth could do silenced me. Instead I chose the lie that flittered into my mind instead.
“I’m just shaken because we know they’re involved. He comes here a lot with his guys. It was the reason why we know of him.”
Gio looked at me and I hoped this was the one thing about us that had changed.
He used to be able to tell if I was lying.
Back then it was only foolish lies not this important. Like how I liked his baked chicken, but honestly, I thought it tasted like rubber. Or, how I liked the tie his dad bought him for his twenty fifth birthday, but really I thought it looked like shit. He knew I was lying when I told him the food was nice and the tie was nice.
This wasn’t like that though. We’d been laughing when he eventually dragged the truth out of me, not so now.
He looked me over and either he decided that he believed me. Or he’d decided that I was lying, but he wouldn’t call me out on it. I didn’t know which though I thanked God when he put out his hand to take mine.
Chapter 18
Gio
Gibbs lit up a cigarette and the fiery end lit up the darkness that covered us.
No one would have been able to see us.
The three of us hid under the hatch of the boardwalk right beside The Hook.
Another contact of a contact we’d spoken to earlier said this was a good hiding spot. He’d said it was good to hide in and good to escape if needed.
We were staking out the club.
We were keeping watch for anyone or anything suspicious, but I couldn’t concentrate.
The guys already had a mouthful from me, because I was mad as fuck at what I witnessed yesterday.
Frankie and Lyssa.
